Grim and gold,
Autumn, many are the reasons i m in love with thee.
Your face, i hold it in my teardrop.
My heart 's book
fills with phrases
of your colourful goodbyes.
Long nights will follow, cold winds will gather.
Like a hungry sparrow, i ll feed on the wisdom crumbs in your hand.
i m dying today, there's no question of tommorow.
The tree of Life stands still
My roots, knows...
You and winter, spingtime and summer
are the fingers
of the same fearless hand.
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